She speaks the language of masks and muteness,
of weightless stones, ragged riddles, leaning
low over starboard, then port.
They who serve the sea know her muffled
cautionary tales, hear the mist from her mouth
bleating like a rain-sodden sheep . . .
–excerpt from “Foghorn” in Jumping Off the Train by Donna Pucciani (Orchard House Press, Washington 2007). First published in Stray Dog.